Chapter 142 - Hot Pot (1) (1/2)

“Sis Qi, what are you in a daze about? We’re going in.” When leading man Qi Mo saw her standing at the door staring at the paper lanterns, he urged her.

Only then did Lin Yueqi come back to her senses. With an “okay”, she quickly followed in.

You had to change your shoes when you entered the place. Everyone gets a pair of slippers.

Since the visitors were all scheduled customers, each pair of slippers is custom-made to the customer’s size with the customers’ names embroidered on them. With the help of the attendant, Lin Yueqi changed her slippers and straightened her body. Then, the attendant pushed open the wooden paper door and invited her in.

An aroma wafted into her nose.

The smell of hot pot.

There are sixteen people in the cast. With eight people per table, they had two tables in total.

Lin Yueqi sat side by side with the leading man Qi Mo. The director and assistant director sat to her right, and the four accompanying writers also sat at the same table with them.

In the middle was a casserole pot filled with boiling soup. White smoke was rising out from the top. The soup is made with oysters and boiled to a milky white color, and then pickled vegetables were thrown in to cook as well, creating a fragrant aroma. With a gurgling sound, the oysters and the pickled vegetables popped out onto the surface.

Even though it was an ordinary dish, the creamy soup served with sides like pickled cabbage, shiitake mushrooms, and oysters, gave off a delicious aroma.

Ths tantalizing flavor of the soup mixed in with the appetizing sourness of the pickled vegetables stimulated the taste buds to produce saliva, and their stomachs were clamoring to be fed.

The people around the table couldn’t help but swallow their saliva as they gathered around the hotpot.

Qi Mo is one of Jiachen’s contracted artists, and Jiachen was extremely harsh on their actors. He usually ate in moderation and would never eat something high-calorie like this.

But right now, he picked up his chopsticks and couldn’t wait to ask, “Can we start now?”

The director was also tickled by the wonderful aroma. He laughed. “The food isn’t served yet, what’s the hurry?”